Even though he had never been very much of a solid figure when it came to children, he felt the solid connection to that of his own children. Perhaps it was simply because they held his genetic strain of personality that was quick to learn and process, quick to listen rather than to act. Not that he wouldn't, obviously, but the fire burned beneath the surface and only raged when it had to. Life as a male would be easy for @Thrain once he was old enough and less fragile but it was a good time to begin recognizing that strength would become him. For you? Yes, that is control. Ma is Queen, which handles the same as King. It is her responsibility to make sure that you and your siblings do as you're told. The Queen had just as much power in their family structure as he did, if not more. When it came to the family, Maia was in power as it was natural in his world for the mother to do most of the raising and teaching. It didn't mean Jafar didn't because he wasn't about to let his own teachings be wasted. He needed his boys to be strong and capable, so that he could introduce them to other families and see if they were interested in making a more permanent alliance.

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He can peer up at his Padre with naught but longing desire to be him, overcome by the marvel of his hulking size and the haunting stench of the wounds that took nothing away from his wonder. Soon he, too, would grow - fuelled by the burn of his sire and the love of his mother, but in that moment it felt like a life time away.

His maw, tiny and golden, seeks to press softly against a graze on @Jafar ’s face - trying to soothe as much as explore, drinking in the words of his Dad as best as he could. “You are King,” words from a small, boyish voice, spoken more as reassurance to himself than to the bronze adult. His dad would always be King, especially if Ma was still Queen. _code

Even though they were all so young, Jafar had big hopes for each of them. Too often he didn't show it to the one's that were small and likely more fragile but he expected them to find their place. @Thrain was showing his persistence and eagerness to be near to his father every day and it soothed the father's heart. Made him see the big picture of strength and courage when he was an adult. Sí, soy rey. Yes, I am King. He responds, taking in the pain that radiates through as his son touches the wound upon his face. Feeling the pain but also welcoming the touch that his son gives; to be strong for a son was enough joy for him.

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With his muzzle soft against the crusty blood of his fathers wound, Thrain inhaled. Absorbing the gut-twisting metallic, absorbing the familiar smell of his Padre. The stink of injury was overwhelming, but given the chance to explore it, it was becoming all the less frightening. Was this how King's smelt?

Though his skin crawled with the haunting aroma, the boy is endlessly eased by @Jafar 's reassurance. His lips pulled to a smile, the boy drawing away from teh contact to facilitate a yawn. There, beneath his fathers chin he sought to curl, tucked between his forelimbs, cradled by love. With his mind drinking thirstily this new discovery of battle, of Kingly duty, Thrain would sleep.

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The boy that he had named perfectly continued to surprise him and give him the strength he needed to move forward. A feeling in his gut that this child would be his true Heir and he would do everything in his power to mold @Thrain into the man he knew he would become. Strength and honor in his young little gaze, learning of the fall but also learning of the strength to get back up. So as the young boy yawned at his chest and 'neath his chin it only took a few minutes for the child to find slumber. To which Jafar held onto a few minutes of reverie before looking out into the Jungle to keep a watchful eye on the horizon. Buenas noches, mi atrevido muchacho. Goodnight, my bold boy. exit jafar.

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